Dark Poems

Anxiety

It's not a sickness

Some people define it as a disorder

Me? I don't think so

I think anxiety is natural response to tragic things that happen in our life

Death, seperation, betrayal, mockery

And other things

You can't just stop it

It happens by itself

The pain of knowing what they're thingking

It burns

It just burn and burns like never ending fire

You see their eyes looking at you

Judging you, mocking you, undressing you, & raping you

Your chest seems to emit this fire and it feels like you can't breathe

You're trapped in a burning house

But

There are no firemen, no bystanders helping

You're just there

Alone

And when people come they'd laugh and say, "weak" "dramatic" "physchotic"

You'd come to agree with that agree with that they're saying

You say yes to everything they say and no when they are expecting you to

A human like a burning house crumbling

You smile whenn you see people

But you cry when they leave

You're afraid to call out to them

To just scream and shout and beg for help

You're afraid to call out to them

To just scream and shout and beg for help

You're afraid

And your body start shaking with fear

Mixed with cold sweat seeping out your pores

You can't breathe

You can't think

You just want peace

And your mind say end it

And your body says it too

I'm a failure

I'm a disgrace

I'm .. no one

No one needs me

And when you thought you've extinguished the flames in the burning house

Realty kick in laughing at you

"Baby, you're not done"